the gods forget they made me, so I forgot them too

I'm reading George Orwell's 1984 right now, and it seems I've got three lines from a Bowie song stuck in my head on repeat because of it.

Because of all we've seen
Because of all we've said
We are the dead

Admittedly, We Are the Dead -was- written at least partially based on the novel. (As well as a few other songs on Diamond Dogs, but anyway.) Still, you'd think I'd get more of it or more of the related songs in my head together. Not just those three lines.


They do make a lot more sense now, though.

::: Broken :::

Title: Broken
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Tolkien's estate owns all the Elfies. :( I just borrow them to play.
Warnings: (Canon) Character Death hinted at.
Summary: Songfic reflecting on Fingolfin/Ñolofinwë's relationship with his wife, and on his decision to die. (Song is "Broken Wings" by Chris de Burgh)
Note: Sort of a prequel to "Fingolfin Had Died". Sort of. Not beta'd.



( Madness. )